He had destroyed bases filled with dangerous Ascendants, crippled entire towns, killed so many people; he had done all of this very consciously, having planned methodically before acting.
Yet Zephyrion's presence in this office felt more unconscious than anything. Like he was still asleep. His body had simply carried him towards the imposing Discipline Line without any real reason why. At least, no reason he agreed with.
Entering his sister's office seemed to have awakened him from that slumber. He froze, unsure of what to do. Then he remembered how oddly she had reacted when he thanked her at the banquet. She had helped during the tribunal. So, he had improvised, bowing and thanking her.
But as he lifted his head, he was met with an odd sight. Ingrid was staring at him, her pen subtly trembling between her fingers. Her face was an expressionless mask. One could even say her gaze was intense.
Yet why was her hand trembling?
